From William Shakespeare's Julius Caesar:
CAESAR
Who is it in the press that calls on me?
I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music,
Cry 'Caesar!' Speak; Caesar is turn'd to hear.
Soothsayer
Beware the ides of March.
CAESAR
What man is that?
BRUTUS
A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March.
CAESAR
Set him before me; let me see his face.
CASSIUS
Fellow, come from the throng; look upon Caesar.
CAESAR
What say'st thou to me now? speak once again.
Soothsayer
Beware the ides of March.
CAESAR
He is a dreamer; let us leave him: pass.
Some people can't handle the sooth.
Scott rolled his eyes. “Your dramatics do not transform fable into fact. Rumors are not the same thing as evidence.” Beware The Ides of March http://usspost.com/beware-the-ides-of-march-7304/
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